♡ synopsis: after taking over as deputy chief, charlie saw it fitting that he should have his own personal secretary. but clerical work was never going to be the only use he intended for you to fulfill.
♡ content: non-con, he is truly a scumbag i mean it, dacryphilia, he spits on her hoohah, power imbalance, age-gap, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, creampie, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, misogyny, threatening behavior, reader dissociates during
♡ a/n: never watched any episodes that shawn was in, just some clips on yt, so hopefully i sorta captured his portrayal accurately!
When Reid came on as Deputy Chief, he was met with the reception of open arms. He was seen as a welcome addition to the department, particularly after the late former chief's tragic passing by his own hand. To have someone fill his shoes finally put things back in order at long last.
But along with his cushy high-rise position came many extra responsibilities. Unbeknownst to you, the older man has had an eye for you since his stint with the Office of the Superintendent. As such, because of your ignorance to his infatuation, him plucking you from the Bureau of Patrol where you processed traffic citations daily to instead be his personal secretary came as a complete surprise.
You hardly complained, however. There were never-ending stacks of paperwork and emails to get through, as well as a phone that was constantly ringing off the hook, but the bump in pay made it all worth it.
Maybe you could finally get yourself a new used car from your exciting raise, you thought.
You could've never dreamed how much it would cost you, though.
You should've known something was amiss with all the muttered pet names, sly touches when no one else was looking, and compliments toward your dresses when all he actually seemed able to focus on were your physical assets. It made your hair prickle on occasion, but you had been naïve—of the innocent belief that no one would be able to climb so far if they were corrupt; dirty. In the end, that's exactly why he managed such a feat.
Makes things easier when you have the right people paid off or indebted to you, turns out.
"Thought I was the only one here," Charlie remarks from behind you.
Turning this way and that, you glance over your shoulder and study the sight of the deputy chief casually leaned against the doorway of his office with crossed arms and a devious smile painted across his lips. Pushing off it, he stalks toward you with steady strides; his heavy department-issued boots thumping across polished tiles. "Pulling a late one, huh?"
You turn back to the illuminated desktop in front of you and blink away the blurriness overtaking your tired eyes. "Just trying to finish a few things up," you explain quietly.
Dragging over a chair from the desk across from yours, the wooden legs scrape across the floor like nails on a chalkboard. You grit your teeth until he finally spins it around and straddles the back of it.
"My girl," he purrs while sliding a palm along the curve of your neck. "Working hard for her chief. Knew I made the right choice when I hand-picked you."
You force a wavering smile and continue typing.
Massaging the sides of your neck with his fingertips, he speaks again. "You like working under me?" Charlie inquires with tilted lips and darkling eyes.
You swallow. "I do."
He hums in satisfaction. "Hell of a lot better than the Traffic Division," he rumbles. "Nice desk right by my corner office," he continues while sliding his hand lower, to your shoulder. "Breaks. Hour long lunch."
He stands and you mistakenly hit an incorrect key.
Coming round to stand behind you, he plants each of his calloused palms atop your tensed shoulders. Bearing down and kneading knotted muscles from you being hunched over all day, he keeps talking. "Holiday bonus." He leans down close to the shell of your ear. "Had to pull a few strings to get the last one on your paycheck, so I hope you appreciate my efforts."
"I-I do," you stutter.
With every violent coronary contraction that thumps between your breasts, your breathing grows more shallow. You should've left along with everyone else hours ago. The work constantly flows; it's never-ending. As such, it could've waited until morning.
"Thank you," you tack on quickly.
"Thank you for being polite," he whispers.
"Now, I hope you don't take this as me being greedy," he begins while releasing you to instead flip his previously abandoned chair back around. Seating himself upon it with spread legs, he slaps his palms against his thighs. "But I have been hoping for a little something in return."
Acid roils in your stomach and crawls its way up the back of your throat.
"Sweet young thing that you are, I'd hate to see you fall into the wrong hands," Charlie croons while moving a hand to your thigh. "It can just...be too much to carry sometimes, y'know? All the pressure weighing on me."
With fingers left hovering above the keyboard, you glance down to where he's made contact and watch as he verges closer and closer to your inner thigh.
"I just need a way to relax," he finishes.
"I—I think I should head home now," you whimper while making to grab for your bag.
He clamps down with a pinching squeeze. "Be polite," he growls. "Mind your manners."
Falling back against your chair with stinging tears brimming in your eyes, you consider breaking one of his fingers, or stabbing him in the eye with a sharp, metal letter opener. The first would be no good—he's so much bigger and stronger. You'd never make it to the door.
As for the second... Would anyone believe you if you told them why you had to do it?
He leans in close; close enough for you to inhale the warm, heavy scent of his cologne. "Considering a way out?" Charlie asks quietly.
You remain still.
"Feels rather insulting," he jeers. "Thought you liked me," he finishes with a feigned pout.
You don't justify what he's said with a response. He's like a wolf playing with its food before inevitably chomping down on an artery—every bit of struggle you display only spurs him on all the more.
"I want you to listen to me," he grates while inching closer to the hem of your dress. "You're not going to tell anyone what I'm about to do to you. If you do—look at me!" he suddenly shouts, causing you to shriek in terror.
Jerking your head in his direction, he grips your chin painfully tight to keep you steady. "Eyes on me," Charlie commands while prodding against your panties with his fingertips. "If you think to tell, just remember what kind of power I have. I own this department now. I have other cops, judges, and criminals alike in my back pocket."
He curves a finger and shoves it toward your covered opening. "I'll get you blackballed throughout the entire fucking justice system. And where you've been here for a few years..." he purses his lips and shrugs. "You'll be damned either way. Leave the PD off your resume, and questions'll be asked about such a considerable gap in your work history. Put it on, and they'll be contacting me for a reference."
He tangles his fingers in your hair and tugs your head back. "But don't you think for one second that I'm letting you go anywhere." He cups you over your panties. "This?" Charlie leans in ever closer. "You? Belong to me now."
A quiet sob spills past your lips and he grins. "We have an understanding, sweetheart?"
You nod vigorously.
He releases you and kicks his chair back and sends it skidding across the floor in the direction he took it from. "Good."
Grabbing your upper arm, he wrenches you out of your seat and sends you staggering into his sturdy side before leading you into his office.
"W-What're you—" you try to pull away. "P-Please don't."
"I get what I want," he mutters before dragging you over the threshold and shouldering the door shut behind him.
Shoving you in the direction of his desk, he surveys you with ravenous hunger, teeming in eyes which have bled from brown to black in the lack of lighting. "Why're... Why're you doing this?!" you screech while searching the space for his utility belt.
You need to get his gun!
"I've wanted this for so fucking long," he says huskily before pinning your squirming waist to the edge of the desk. Gripping your chin in the space between his thumb and forefinger, Charlie trails wet, searing kisses up your sensitive neck. "If you fight me, it'll only make things worse for you. So just do as you're told and it'll all be over soon. Got it?"
You begin to sob hysterically. Broken cries interrupted by choking hiccups that get caught in your restricted airway block out the sound of a small fan whirring in the corner and the hum of a computer tower beneath his desk. Your terror is all which remains in this suffocating room.
Grabbing your hips, he situates you atop the desk, then pulls a switchblade from his pocket.
You wail harder.
Shoving your dress up to your stomach, he grabs the waistline of your underwear and slices through the material in one fluid motion on either side. Once he's yanked them free from your bottom, the thin material flutters toward the floor.
"You don't get some cut-and-dry narrative about tonight," he murmurs while planting each of your feet atop the desk to give him plenty of room to work. "One where you call me a monster and claimed I forced myself on you."
Sinking to his knees, Charlie closes his mouth for a moment, then puckers his lips and spits on your exposed cunt. "You're going to come, and then the real fun begins."
Dragging the pad of his thumb through your folds, you buck your hips and wonder what you might accomplish if you went toppling over the desk backwards. If you hit your head, would it be at an end? Would he rush you to the ER? Would you find a shotgun in the space under it and be able to rack a load in time to use it on him?
"Are you clean?"
Interrupted from your deliberations, your brows furrow. "What?"
He circles your clit next. "Are you clean?" he repeats exasperatedly.
Clean? What does he mean clean? You shower every night. What is he—
Oh.
"Yes."
"Thought so," he utters before diving between your legs.
You squeeze your eyes shut when he drags his tongue through your slick folds, and dig your nails into the carved wooden edge of the desk to maintain composure. You refute the warm feeling which blooms between your spread thighs when he sucks on your clit; ignore how your fleshy walls squeeze tightly around his thick fingers when he eases them inside you.
You project from your body and into another room when it begins to respond with rocking hips and moans falling from your lips in an act of betrayal.
Bearing witness to Biblical temptation from afar, you watch through shaded windows as you keep your legs spread like a greedy whore, wanting for more of what he's offering.
If you're so very willing, then maybe this is deserved.
Looping his arms around your thighs, Charlie rests them over his over his shoulders and his face disappears entirely until all you see is a field of silver curls just below your belly. "God," you groan with your head throw back.
Slurping your arousal and smacking his lips against your own second set, your body begins to calm from its earlier erratic state. Circling your sensitive bundle with a speared tongue, Charlie doesn't see fit to stop until your orgasm bursts through you cataclysmically—complete with trembling legs, sweaty skin, and mewling whimpers escaping your mouth as your head spins and your body goes numb from a sense of euphoria.
When he rises, it's with a contained groan and hands planted upon aging joints.
You watch quietly as he pops the shiny tines on his leather belt loose while staring directly between your legs and licking his shimmering lips.
Covering your mouth, you start to cry again. Oh God, what if it makes him angry? "I'm—" you try to muffle yourself. "'M sorry," you whimper while dipping your chin.
"Don't be," he says while swiping away a salty tear with the pad of his thumb. He smiles affectionately. "I want you to."
Planting a hand against your shoulder, Charlie pushes you back. Before you can react, he shoves his cock inside you with a single thrust.
At some point—rather, after you began slapping and kicking him in protest of your own assault—he pulled you off the desk, flipped you around, and began pounding into you from behind. That was after he pinned your wrists above your head and threatened to make your life here a living hell if you didn't behave yourself.
Like it won't be anyway now.
You're also completely naked and have jumped up, onto your tiptoes to make his ministrations easier to take.
Your bunched-up dress lies balled-up in a corner somewhere, mocking you from afar for giving up and in so easily to his wicked whims. With your breasts pressed flat against the desktop, you're also left feeling a bit cold.
Your body trembles.
Charlie's grip around your hips has grown so tight that it's sure to leave bruising come the morn, but perhaps that's part of his design—an unspoken reminder of where he's been; what he's done to you.
Grunting as he snaps his hips against your ass, it sends ripples through the plump skin.
You tried counting the thrusts to make the time pass faster, but he's rather quick about it. You lost track after 20.
You wish he'd hurry the fuck up and be done already.
Like your prayers have finally been answered, his hips stutter and his breaths become ragged. "Oh f—Oh fuck. Mm, I'm gonna come," he groans.
You stare at a dying plant on the widowsill.
You should save the poor thing.
"Fuck—fuck," he utters before clutching a handful of your hair and wrenching you back against his bare chest where he's left his shirt unbuttoned. Wrapping one hand around your throat and the other around your waist to keep your body flush against his, Charlie's cock begins to twitch, and just as thick spurts of cum begin to fill you, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to scream in frenzied anguish.
You claw at his hand to try and free yourself, but it's no good. He has you right where he wants you.
Eventually, his breathing slows, his mouth retracts, and his hold loosens.
Once it's finally over, the chief pulls out of you—leaving semen to run down both your thighs as you slump lifelessly over his desk. He tosses a box of tissues at you and commands you to clean yourself up while he wipes off his girthy, soiled cock.
You quietly excused yourself to the restroom after. You took your time washing away the evidence of what he did.
You can't tell.
You had considered it, though. If someone came, he'd be caught red-handed. Even if he tried to argue that it was consensual, he would still be disbanded from the force for having sex with a subordinate.
But you forgot your phone at your desk.
Once you've peed, his cum has stopped dribbling out of you, and you've scrubbed the tears from your face, you return to gather your things.
You never look at your broken reflection.
One by one—with stiff limbs—you tuck your personal belongings away. Cellphone, charger, lip balm, hair band.
You briefly forget how to get yourself home when you begin to think on it.
You don't feel like yourself.
It's like he's still buried inside you, stretching you in half until your cunt melds perfectly around his every vein and ventricle.
"I'll walk you out," Charlie states while locking his office up for the night, causing you to jump quietly; you'd forgot he was here. "Not safe out there alone," he jests with a wink while sidling close and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
You remain hauntingly silent as the quiet clicking of your shoes echo across an empty building you never wish to return to.
"Just so you know," Charlie begins while leaning against the driver side door of your vehicle to prevent your escape, "I don't plan on sharing my new stress toy. You'll soon come to learn that I'm a jealous man."
You clutch your bag close to your chest and merely nod. You're not even a person now, but instead something to be played with.
You'd been right about the animal analogy after all.
Resting the heels of his palms against the windowsill, he tilts his head while studying your withdrawn, sullen expression. If you mean for it to be a deterrent, it's having the exact opposite effect. The erection stretching across his upper thigh is proof enough of that. "While you were in the restroom, I put an app on your phone to track your location."
Your eyes meet with his.
"Before you try to go searching for it, though, it's fairly well hidden." He shrugs indifferently. "Right electronic shop could locate it, but... Minute I find out you've uninstalled it, or deactivated the device, you can kiss your job here goodbye."
You sniffle and take a small step back. "Could just leave it at home," you sneer.
He grins. "Same goes for your car." Charlie pats the door. "Don't go searching the undercarriage unless you want trouble."
When... When did he—
"Since I can already see the cogs turning: right after making you my secretary." He chuckles. "Told you, I'm possessive."
Taking you suddenly into his arms, Charlie brings you against his chest and brushes a kiss over the crown of your head. "You just do what your new boss tells you and everything'll be fine. I promise, sweetheart."
Turning your face toward the crook of his shoulder, you start to cry.
He clicks his tongue, then softly shooshes you while running a palm down the back of your head. "Aw, my little cuddlebug tired?" he taunts.
You nod while nuzzling against his chest. "Do you get off on humiliating me?" you mumble.
He snorts. "That's so cute: you already starting to figure out how I work."
While you'd like very much to hurt him in truly horrific ways... Your only option right now is to remain plaint and agreeable. Otherwise, he could bring your entire world to a standstill. More than he already has.
After he bent you over his desk, you just wanted to be held. Comforted.
He's the only one who knows what happened, so he's the only one who can provide what you need. Isn't he?
An image of a finely sharpened #2 pencil stabbed through his jugular flits through your mind and you take solace in it.
Winding your arms around his waist, you shuffle your feet to stand closer.
"You be good to me," he whispers. "And I'll be good to you," he finishes with a kiss on the tip of your nose. "Since I have every intention of continuing on like this, I need to ask: are you on anything?"
You slowly blink bloodshot eyes open. "Like what?" you ask numbly.
He cards his fingers in your hair. "To prevent any unwanted consequences."
Oh. That.
"Yes."
Charlie scoffs. "Didn't take you for the type of girl who gets around."
"It helps with my periods," you spit. "Makes the flow not so heavy."
Dumbass.
He hums. "Didn't know that." He runs a hand down your back. "Just make sure to keep on top of it."
Your eyes flit around the empty parking lot. "But... Birth control doesn't always work—"
"Well, I have always wanted a family," he coos. "Could always benefit you if it did happen. Just think: you'd get to stay home barefoot and pregnant, and never have to work again. With my salary, you'd be well taken care of. What sort of young woman wouldn't want that for herself?"
Misogynistic bastard.
Peeling you away from the warmth his body momentarily provided, he pops your door open. "Something to consider," he states while resting his forearms atop the seal and his chin atop them as he studies you with sparkling eyes.
Pairing: Jack Abbot x f!reader x Michael Robinavitch
Words: 11.1k (i fear i blacked out and have no idea how we got to this place)
CW: explicit sexual content, 18+, nsfw, mdni
Tags/warnings: dom!abbot, soft dom!robby, brat/good girl!reader, D/s dynamics, lowkey power imbalance (but consensual), explicit age gap (reader is early/mid 20s, doctors are however old they are), pet names (jack calls you kid/baby and robby calls you honey/sweetheart), explicit language, oral (f and m receiving), protected piv sex (please wrap it up), dry humping, semi public sex, mild injury (reader burns her hand), lowkey sugar baby!reader and sugar daddies! jack and robby, spanking, threesome, sharing is caring, blink and you'll miss it daddy kink at the end, no thoughts just vibes
Summary: Reader falls for both Jack and Robby.
a/n: this is the most y/n coded thing i've written in a while
Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.
You met Jack first after he decided to pull a double. Not unusual, but he was crankier than normal for some reason, the bitter and grainy taste of the coffee in the lounge wasn’t going to cut it, so he made his way up to the hospital cafeteria in search of fresh coffee.
You had just started your shift, still groggy and a little hungover from the night before. You were not supposed to be here that morning, but your boss had called at the ass crack of dawn to tell you that your coworker was sick and you needed to be the one to open. So to say you were in a bad mood would be an understatement.
Jack approached the counter, all arrogance and self-importance, and ordered an americano. No hello, no good morning, no nothing other than a dry, demanding voice. And you’re having none of it. But you don’t fight, you truly don’t give a fuck. You ring him up and get to work on his drink. There’s no one else around since it’s still very fucking early. So instead you decided to fuck with him.
You make a disgustingly sugary drink. I’m talking vanilla syrup, caramel, whipped cream — the works. And his americano, of course, you’re not a monster. But since he didn’t even deign himself to give you his name, you simply set your sugar explosion on the counter while you finish his up.
Without thinking about it, he picks it up and takes a swig, practically gagging as you crack a smile. You can tell he’s about to chew you a new one when he realizes that you’re holding out his cup and he’s the one in the wrong for assuming that the world belongs to him.
That made him stop for a second and reevaluate. He quickly blinks away the shame he feels from his behavior, finally looking at you like a human being, a kid just trying their best at seven in the morning. You offered him a kind smile and he reciprocates, brushing your fingers with his on purpose as he grabs the cup from you.
“I’m Jack.” Finally, some decorum. You tell him your name and he asks if he can take the other coffee as well, handing you a twenty as a half apology, half bribe. You nod and he literally goes right back down to the Pitt to do the exact same thing to Robby.
You met Robby a few days later. The morning rush long gone, you’re starting prep for lunch when he appears, basically materializes out of thin air. It’s always a shock the way he moves around so stealthily.
It’s been a rough morning, you can tell by how his entire body is tense and there’s lingering blood spots on the collar of his white undershirt. You don’t comment, you don’t even give him your overly cheerful, customer service greeting. Instead, you meet him where he’s at, soft and open.
He orders everyone doughnuts and you gladly chat him up while you fulfill his order. Three dozen, all baked this morning, glaze still shiny and not dry. He returns your conversation, engaged and not dismissive. He’s in it, asking you questions in return and seemingly interested in your answers.
He tells you about how Jack pranked him with the disgusting caramel latte and questions how in the world you could drink something like that. You tell him the truth, that Jack was being a dick so you wanted to mess with him. That makes him laugh loudly, the tension disappearing from his body for a few seconds. You reveled in it, in his attention, in now having a secret you two shared.
His pager goes off unexpectedly, as it usually does with doctors. You’ve been working at the hospital enough to notice that there’s never enough time, but the few moments that can be found to decompress here and there are everything to them.
He thanks you for the laugh, and the doughnuts, and returns to the Pitt without so much as a final glance. Much to your dismay.
You spend the next few days stuck in your head, in the daydream and fantasies of those two handsome doctors. You start asking around, a little unsubtly at times, but manage to get enough information on them for your silent crushes to only grow further out of control.
They’d never go for someone like you. They’re fucking doctors for fuck’s sake. Almost twice your age too. You’re just a kid who barely finished your college degree, lost and confused, too afraid to confront your own life. What the fuck could they possibly see in you?
You force yourself to not seek them out. It could be so easy too, just go downstairs at shift change, which you now knew was 7 am and 7 pm. Drop off leftovers from the day, or night, depending on what shift you were working. It made sense, wasn’t overly eager. There was a calculated, reasonable purpose behind your presence in their domain.
And it would’ve stayed as just a simple, stupid fantasy, had it not been for them coming back. It was innocuous at first. Robby would swing by every other week to get a pick-me-up for his staff and you’d chat. Or Jack would saunter through for a coffee around midnight and you’d take your break with him, making sure he ate something after the first time you’d heard his stomach grumbling and he seemed to not notice it himself.
They made you feel wanted, because you were. They were taking time out of their busy day, or night, to come all the way to the third floor and spend ten, fifteen, twenty minutes with you. And honestly, you would take as much as you could get. Between the two of them, there was always something to look forward to.
It was after a few months of this back and forth that you finally allowed yourself to venture down to the Pitt after a long night shift. Your manager had been a particular ass about throwing away perfectly good food, so you’d decided to stick it to him and taken the leftovers down to the ED in a final act of rebellion.
Your arms were full. So much so that you kept praying that you wouldn’t drop anything. You could not handle the humiliation of that happening. Thankfully, by the time you pushed open the staff exit into the floor, two of the nurses caught you immediately and helped take the boxes off you. You thanked them and the three of you made your way out to the hub where you caught the tail end of shift change.
The nurses were nothing short of boisterous about your generosity, announcing your arrival and putting a spotlight on you, causing all heads to turn. You tried your hardest not to run away and hide, blush already creeping up your cheeks as you caught a glimpse of Robby’s characteristically warm smile and Jack’s barely there smirk.
You did not dare look at them, you were not here for that, even though you desperately were. Instead, you cracked a joke, telling them that this was your little secret, your manager, who, everyone knew and disliked, couldn’t know you were doing this.
It took no time for them to dissipate as, well…the emergency department never stopped moving. A few more pats and thank you’s from doctors and nurses alike and you finally allowed yourself to meet their stare. Big mistake.
Robby had leaned down to whisper something in Jack’s ear and the blonde fully smirked now. Oh god this was bad. When he finished saying whatever the hell he was telling his friend, Robby shot you a sly wink and left, following his residents like a concerned parent.
Jack turned to you then and you finally noticed how stupid you must’ve looked standing there, in the middle of this chaotic room, like a deer caught in headlights. Pathetic, honestly. Self-consciousness crept up before you even knew it was there and you practically bolted. No goodbye, no nothing. You simply turned around and left through the main entrance this time. You didn’t stop until you were outside in the warm summer air.
You had no idea how long you’d been standing there when you heard him call your name behind you. “You alright, kid?”
You nodded, shoving every ugly emotion as deep as you could. “Yeah, just waiting for you.”
He chuckled at that, shaking his head in disbelief. “And here I was thinking you were running away.”
“You must feel so embarrassed right now.” You teased.
“Hilarious,” he stepped closer yet still gave you the distance you needed in case you didn’t appreciate his advances. “Where are you going now?”
“Home. You?”
“Home.”
You two sucked at flirting. You stepped closer then, distance shortening.
“You wanna get breakfast first?” He asked you then, finally.
You simply nodded and he led the way to his truck.
Back inside, Robby almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Jack Abbot was not there anymore. No whining, no fighting, no trying to bargain his way into a double shift. Surprised yet deeply amused, he finally noticed you’d left him, specifically him, a packed lunch and a perfectly made cup of coffee, one sugar, one creamer, just like he liked it.
Jack took you to a local diner for breakfast and you had finally spilled your guts to him about your whole life situation in general. Student loans, no idea what you were doing with you life, the whole impending doom and overwhelming anxiety of thinking about the future.
He’d opened up to you too, tragic backstory and everything. You couldn’t help but feel a deep empathy for him, for all that he had been through. And you definitely didn’t kiss him out of pity, no, you leaned forward out of a deep instinct that you couldn’t quite stop, not until your lips met his and you became overwhelmed with showing him how much you could feel his pain, his grief, his hurt and wanted nothing more than to help lighten his load.
Thankfully for you, he wasted no time kissing you back, the middle console of his truck effectively cock blocking him as he tried to pull you in closer. You giggled against his lips and he bit down in retaliation, causing a moan to spill out of your perfectly plump lips. That was all it took for inhibitions to get thrown out the window.
How you found yourself in his bedroom was a blur of reckless driving, a hand practically burning through the fabric of your jeans as it wrapped itself around your thigh, far too high up to be appropriate yet decent enough to force you to calm down. He called the shots here. And your core tightened at the knowledge.
Jack lived in a one story house, a quiet neighborhood, very family oriented. And since it was the middle of the morning and no one around to witness, he was unafraid to be seen. He parked with a screech of the brakes, desperate and eager, wasting no time to walk around to open your door for you, ever the gentleman.
But the second you were out of the car, his greedy hands wrapped themselves around your waist and his lips claimed yours once more. He pinned you back against his truck, his tongue making itself at home in your mouth as his hands raked higher and higher up your abdomen under your shirt.
You shivered, your own hands returning the sentiment, finding themselves tangled in his hair, pulling him closer to you, until his hips were pressed against your own and you could feel how hard he was under his pants.
That was enough for his patience to run out. He picked you up over his shoulder and practically ran into his house. You were so high, head feeling airy and body tingling with anticipation. The next thing you knew you were thrown on his bed, cold and perfectly firm yet soft.
He admired your already fucked out expression, reveling in the fact that he'd done that to you before he got on his knees in front of the edge of the bed. He pulled you towards him by your calves, slow and methodical hands kneading at them as he checked in with you. You gave him your consent eagerly and he practically salivated.
He undressed you quickly, boots, socks, pants — and then he paused at your underwear. It was a lacy number, white and absolutely drenched. He peppered kisses up your legs, his strong hands pulling your legs apart as he buried his nose by your pelvis. You couldn't take your eyes off him, he looked so — feral. Pupils dilated, breathing ragged, fingertips definitely leaving bruises from the death grip on your thighs.
“Please.”
That’s all it took. He slipped your underwear off your body and before you could even register, his mouth was on you, hot and wet, tongue savoring every ounce of you he could find. Lips sucked on your clit before moving his tongue down to your opening, teasingly. He repeated the motion for far too long, drunk off the pretty moans that you fed him in response.
When you began to whine and thrash against him, seeking more pressure, more friction, more anything, he locked in. He latched onto your clit, one hand leaving your thigh and inserting two fingers into you. You gasped, the feeling so perfect you could barely keep track of your breathing anymore.
You felt the pressure in you rise out of nowhere, your core contracting in search for release. He looked up at you, eyes almost daring and you stammered a string of incoherent pleas, begging for permission to cum. Oh he could’ve blown his load right then and there, of course you would ask for permission, you had always been well mannered, raised right.
He granted it immediately, doubling his efforts to get you over the ledge. You came hard and loud, writhing against him, hands tangled in his hair, pulling deliciously as your body trembled beneath him. He had done that to you. Pride made him blush, a new reason for him to keep going emerging.
He pulled out of you after you’d ridden out your orgasm, tent in his pants almost painful now. He searched the bedside table for condoms and groaned loudly when he couldn't find any. You giggled, watching him teasingly as he ran into his bathroom, hoping to find at least one so he could pound you into the mattress like he’d been wanting to for months.
There was none. He could not have been more frustrated. But when he returned to let you know, his disappointment quickly turned into excitement as he found you naked, on your knees exactly where he’d just been moments ago. God you were perfect.
And then you smiled at him and asked, may I? He almost stumbled with how eagerly he stepped forward. You took that as a yes and your hands got to work immediately. He should’ve stayed in his scrubs, the belt, button and zipper of his jeans now such a nuisance to him, but you made quick work of them.
Your hands were a little cold as they dipped into his boxers and pulled out his cock, sending a thrill across his body. Your eyes glossed over in what he could only describe as lust and hunger. He had never been self conscious of his body before, but the way you looked at him then, all veneration and desire made him realize he'd never loved his body as much as you seemed to be.
His cock twitched, precum leaking, the vein on the underside pulsing. And you salivated, opening your mouth eagerly and taking him into your warmth without hesitation. You took your time, slow and deliberate, tongue swirling around his tip as an appetizer before you took him further, head bobbing at a moderate pace in retaliation for what he had done to you earlier.
He chuckled darkly as he connected the dots. You were a brat indeed. And he couldn’t wait to tame you, to bend you to his will, to wreck you into submission. His hands found their way into your hair, discarding the hair tie and wrapping his fist in it instead. He began to set the pace, deliberate, demanding, in control.
You let him, throat relaxing at his display of dominance, hands wrapping around the base you simply couldn’t reach yet when you gagged around him. Too fast, too soon. He’d adjusted after that, slowed down, smiled at the streaks of mascara running down your cheeks.
And then, in an act of defiance, reminding him that you were not simply going to lie there and take it, your hands cupped his balls, massaging them with enough pressure to catch him off guard. He came down your throat with a gasp that quickly devolved into a groan, loud and powerful, feeding your ego just as much as you had fed his.
He pulled you off him with a pop as he caught his breath. Tension lingered, the spark of fear for what happened next. But then you laughed and turned his whole world upside down. He chuckled, it could be this simple. He helped you off your knees and brought you flush against him to plant a kiss on your lips. You could taste each other as he deepened the kiss, quickly getting you riled up and ready for round two.
Jack refused to let you leave until the last second. He had his shift and you had your evening off as they switched you back to days for a while, so he was determined to get as much of you as he could until time simply slipped from his fingers.
You’d ordered lunch, electrolytes and condoms, and he had graciously paid and faced the poor delivery guy. Being with Jack was easy, uncomplicated, at least in your little pocket of heaven. You’d managed to keep your hands off each other long enough to eat, nap and then he’d woken you up with his tongue deep inside of you.
When he finally buried himself inside of you, there were no words to describe how you were feeling. And luckily, he shared the sentiment as his eyes closed in pleasure, hips stilling as he let himself feel your walls around him, your pounding heart against his own, your choking breath against his ear.
He’d insisted he wanted to be on top, even after you begged him to let you ride him so he could be more comfortable. But he would have none of it. So there you were, on your back, legs wrapped around him as he thrust into you, both legs planted on the floor to get better traction.
He was ruthless in his approach, not shy about how rough he wanted it, about the high he was chasing after. And the way your nails dug into his back, the way you clenched around him encouragingly, the way you moaned and gasped into his ear, his mouth, his everything in response to even the slightest movement made him go feral for good reason.
His fingers were unashamed, moving against your clit with fervor, desperate to have you cum before him so he could finally stop thinking about what he was going to do to you and actually make it a reality.
He didn’t even wait for you to ask for permission, instead it was like he knew you were close by the way you clung to him tighter. He commanded it out of you, with words and actions, and you came like a tidal wave, wrecking, wet and without warning.
He buried himself deep inside of you and finally let himself fill up the latex, satisfied and satiated for the first time in god knows how long. You stayed like that for a while, wrapped around each other until he softened inside of you. He made quick work of the condom, cleaning you up with his tongue, playful and teasingly, before he pulled you into him and the two drifted into an easy slumber.
By the time his alarm woke you up, you could feel him tense beneath you, reality knocking down the door to your little paradise. You reassured him instantly that he would see you again, that he had nothing to worry about. And that seemed to do the trick as you messily made it to the shower. You made a mess before you finally allowed yourselves to clean up and wash the past two days away with deliciously scented soap.
You let him get ready as you rummaged through his fridge, gathering whatever you could find to put together a few meals for him. You knew he rarely ate, the adrenaline something that kept him awake and alert most of the time. But that didn’t mean you were not about to let him continue with these annoying habits. So you packed him food while he repacked his bag.
His hands roamed freely over your ass, up your hips until they landed comfortably around your waist. You had stolen a pair of his boxers and a dark navy long sleeve shirt. He was hard just at the sight of you in his clothes. You smelled like him too. It was honestly a miracle that he didn’t call in sick right then and there. No, you had to bribe him with a blowjob and a promise to see him before you clocked in for work the next morning.
He dropped you off at your apartment building and made a mental note of the address for later as you added your contact into his phone. With one last kiss, he finally let you go back to your life as he drove off into the distance into his own.
When he made it to work, renewed and with a lightness he hadn’t felt in a while, it took Robby no time to notice.
“You were right,” Jack confirmed and the two quickly found themselves grinning at the prospect of what was yet to come.
You were late for work the next morning. How could you not be? Your body ached, deliciously so, yet every step you took was a drag. Your alarm had awoken you far too early for your liking, having been used to the night shift for long enough that waking up at five am was now torturous.
You texted Jack that you would not be able to see him, already being on thin ice with your manager, you simply couldn’t afford a detour since you were already cutting it pretty close. He understood yet he was disappointed. Next time. Yes, of course there would be a next time. So why did you feel like there was a pit in your stomach, twisting and turning, bubbling with fear and self-consciousness?
You didn’t register immediately, but oh my god did it fucking burn. Your head turned to the oven in slow motion as if your brain had finally registered what you had done. Your hand wrapped around the edge of the scalding hot tray, no oven mitt, nothing to protect you. Fuck.
You cursed loudly, your coworker acting quicker than you as you retracted your hand and ran over to the sink. She turned on the faucet, cold water soothing the burn for only a second before the pain returned. And to make matters worse, that’s when he decided to show up.
Robby called your name instinctively, going from zero to sharp medical professional in a second. He unlatched the staff door and entered the small stand, gently grabbing your hand and pulling you out and towards the elevator. Keep your palm open, don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine, that’s it, you’re doing great. You did as he asked, moved wherever he led you.
You mimicked his breathing, long and deep, making sure to work through the pain. By the time you made it down to the ED, he was barking orders and asking his staff questions that you didn’t dare concern yourself with. All you knew is that within seconds you were sitting on a bed, Jack’s shirt was being cut so they had better access to your hand, and you were being hooked up to a few machines.
Robby’s eyes stayed locked with yours, always soft, always gentle. He took the opportunity to quiz his residents and you made the conscious effort to watch him do it. He commanded the room in a way that made you feel safe and seen. Where Jack gave orders, Robby gave space for those around to fill with answers.
You knew he’d made a big deal of such a small thing by the way Dana was looking at him, a knowing glance which caused you to finally put two and two together. You couldn’t help but stare at him wide eyed as he removed himself from the room after course of treatment was decided — something for the pain, something to treat the burns. Easy peasy.
He returned about an hour later with discharge papers. He could’ve easily sent anyone to do this but he hadn’t and that’s when you knew for certain. He walked you through the steps you had to take, signs to look for in case of infection and just general things to keep track of. You thanked him, practically purred your words, just as soft and kind as him, and you could see the blush turning his ears red.
And then the guilt settled in. You couldn’t possibly pursue him, what about Jack? Wait, had he spoken with him? Did he know about your day together? Was that what he had whispered—?
All questions remained unanswered as your roommate pulled the curtain aside, panic and concern crystal clear in her expression. You quickly shifted, Robby scribbling something on the back of your prescription, grateful for the interruption. He handed your roommate the packet and said his final goodbye to you, eyes heavy yet hopeful, almost. You watched him leave cautiously, unsure of where you would go from here.
You were off on medical leave for the next few days until your hand could heal. You stubbornly refused to tell Jack about the accident, he probably already knew anyway, Robby must’ve told him. It wasn’t until later that evening that your roommate had stepped out to go grocery shopping and help you by getting your prescription that she texted you a picture of what he had written on the back of it. His phone number, clear as day, with a little note to call him if you needed anything.
That only made the guilt grow stronger. You would not get in the middle of their friendship, you couldn’t. So you didn’t. You ghosted them both. For a good 24 hours until you woke up from a nap, the sun had already set, the city enveloped in stillness, but your fucking hand throbbed.
Your roommate had left to spend the weekend at her girlfriend’s, Jack had just started his shift and you would be damned if you asked him for help now, and so that only left…
Robby was at your door in a record twenty minutes. He found you panicked and crying, your pretty face scrunched in distress as you tried not to show it but he knew. He was so unbelievably gentle. Soft hands on your arms, he led you to your couch, trying his best not to linger on the coziness of your apartment. He sat you down and expertly removed the bandage, cleaning the wound all while he soothed both the burn and your reeling mind.
You’re doing so well, it’s not as bad as it looks, deep breaths for me, that’s it. If you had not been in so much pain you would’ve relinquished yourself to his praise and taken him in your mouth, whatever lingering fears be damned. It was easy to calm down after that, easy to melt into his touch, easy to let him do what he did best. It wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t weird for him to be there, at least you didn’t think so anymore. He filled the space as though he’d always been a fixture within it.
Once he was done, he gave your knee a little squeeze and stood to leave but your hand grabbed a hold of the bottom of his shirt and he stilled. To hell with feeling guilty. You asked him to stay, to let you invite him to dinner since he had been so kind to come all this way after a long and grueling shift.
Your breathing hitched when he agreed. You ordered takeout since you couldn’t cook and spent the next hour chatting about anything and everything that wasn’t Jack related. You avoided the topic like the plague and he wasn’t about to bring it up himself.
At some point you fell asleep, body dropping to rest your head on his lap. You had curled up on the couch, a silly movie on the TV. You were so comfortable, Robby’s fingers gently tracing circles over your exposed arm, lulling you into slumber. He watched you for a while, to make sure you didn’t roll over your hand, he told himself, but the truth was definitely not that.
He only remembers blinking awake a few hours later. You had shifted in your sleep, now practically sprawled across his lap, curled in on yourself, hot breath blowing against his erection. He stifled a deep sigh, practically biting his tongue in an attempt to not wake you. He couldn’t, not right now and especially not like this.
From what Jack had told him that morning, you were eager, boundless and feisty. Jack loved that energy, fed off it, turned him on aggressively. Robby would be lying if he said he didn’t find it incredibly hot as well, however, you had always been gentle with him and in return he had been gentle with you. He didn’t want to tame you, he wanted to…steer you in the right direction. And the way you had responded to his praise — his cock twitched. Fuck, he had been playing with fire, afraid to burn you or get burnt himself.
He scooped you up in his arms, determined to carry you to bed and leave, but he gravely miscalculated your mischief because the second your ass came into contact with his front, you ground down on him.
“Jesus Christ, honey,” he huffed, causing your eyes to blink open as sleep left you. You felt it all at once, like a jolt of electricity. His grip on you faltered and you, almost too eagerly, readjusted yourself so you were straddling his hips. He let you with no pushback.
You sank your core down against him, the friction eliciting a shy moan from you. He grabbed your hips, pushing you to rut against him harder. The movement caused a surge of courage to rush through you. You moved your hips in circles first. Slow and thorough. You wanted more than anything to feel him, all of him, and if the hard outline was any indication, you were sure he would’ve sent you right back to the ER.
So instead you enjoyed the friction, the possibility, the way the fabric of his jeans brushed against your clit, how his hardness pulsed against your aching hole.
He pulled you in close, your chests firmly against each other as he leaned in and whispered deeply into your ear. “That’s it, use me, honey. Make yourself cum.”
You shivered, turning your head to catch his gaze. You mouth hung open as you caught a glimpse of his pupils, his forehead scrunched in concentration, a tiny bead of sweat falling from his temple. Your lips grazed the corner of his, searching and curious, and he reacted instantly, closing the distance unapologetically.
He kissed you like his life depended on it, like he needed to put everything out into the open with this one kiss, because he wasn’t sure if he would ever get the chance to do it again. Certainty soon devolved into desperation as your tongue sought entrance and he let you, surrendering to your exploration, no longer shy or cautious.
You were so busy up there that you’d neglected what was happening downstairs, your hips stilling for a second. He was having none of it, his grip on your hips tightening as he moved you himself. Moans flew from your mouth into his and he could’ve sustained himself from just that. He was so close, oh god, he was about to cum in his pants from just a little humping like a desperate, hormonal boy, wasn’t he?
“Touch yourself,” he commanded and your good hand disappeared under the band of your shorts, fingers desperately running your clit.
“‘M close, please, fuck, may I please cum?” you whimpered into his mouth and he lost it.
“Yes, fuck—”
He didn’t hold back, groans and moans and ragged breaths hot on your cheek like a prayer. You snapped soon after, body shaking, your spend rushing out of you enough to mix with the wet patch that now adorned his jeans.
It took you both a second to catch your breath, to come back to the reality of your apartment. He peppered kisses along your jaw, showered you in praise and compliments, his good girl. You hummed in appreciation, growing desperate to show him just how much you liked it.
After a while of this he began shifting under you. “I have to go, honey.”
The nickname made you wetter and he could definitely tell as you weren’t subtle anymore, your face scrunching in pleasure enough for him to notice.
“Stay.” You demanded. He appeased you with a quick kiss but remained firm.
“I have work in a couple of hours and I can’t exactly walk in like this.”
He was right, he definitely couldn’t. You laughed at the state of his pants, earning your thigh a sharp smack in return. Your body tensed, clouded eyes turning back to him, no longer playful but hungry. He laughed then, a powerful belly laugh that only made your resolve to misbehave stronger.
“Tonight,” he soothed. “Definitely tonight.”
That’s when your bubble burst. The promise of next time. Just like you had Jack.
As if he could read your mind, he shifted your gaze to his. “He’s got today and tomorrow off. I’ll tell him to come over and we can all…talk.”
You were unsure if he actually meant talking but still nodded dumbly, his words somehow soothing the panic and ache within you. If he was so secure about this then you could be too.
“Good girl.”
Ignoring all medical advice, because let's be honest, who ever listens to doctors anyway, you found yourself clocking in for your shift the next morning. Only, instead of finding the stall unlocked, you found your manager locking it up for the first time since you'd began working there.
All hell broke loose when he saw you, accusatory finger in your direction as he blamed you for shutting the place down. Your accident had apparently triggered an internal audit by the hospital, something about work place safety. You tried to explain that it was a mistake you made but he wouldn’t have it.
In the next few minutes, you were out of a job and so unbelievably pissed off you— well, you walked your ass down to the Pitt looking for release.
And you found it in the form of a 6’1, bearded man, glasses hanging low on his nose as he typed up a report. It appeared like a calm morning so you slipped into the single stall bathroom and texted him to come find you.
He stood up almost too quickly, too eagerly and you couldn’t help but bite down a laugh. You watched as he made his way to the bathroom, glancing behind him occasionally to make sure that no one was particularly focused on him before he entered and locked the door.
You were on him before he could even turn around to greet you. Desperate lips clashing against his, eager hands undoing the knot of his scrubs and pulling out his cock before he could even tell you to stop. Once your mouth wrapped around his tip, any and all pushback dissipated.
You had been right, he was big, girthier. You tried your best to suck him off cleanly, but the truth was that you simply needed it to be sloppy. He leaned back against the wall to support himself, making sure to pull you away from the door in case someone decided to walk past and linger. It was all tongue and lips, wet and fast, no time to ask, no time to let yourself think.
He was close when he pulled you off him, lifting you up and pinning you against the now warm concrete instead. He asked you what was wrong then but you refused to tell him. All you managed was a need you inside of me now. Your gaze defiant, as if to say that you’d go look for the release you craved somewhere else.
That did it. He would give you what you needed, your empty threats of running off to Jack nothing more than a successful tactic to force his hand. You pulled a silver wrapper from your coat pocket and he rolled his eyes. Clever girl, cleverer trap. He ripped the wrapper with his teeth and rolled it down his length before swiftly holding you up with one arm beneath your ass while the other pulled your underwear to the side and aligned himself with your entrance.
Thank God for short skirts and easy access. It didn't matter how wet you were, he still needed to pace himself, entering you slowly to not cause you any unnecessary pain. You tried your best to relax around you, but it was impossible and you were getting more and more frustrated. So he pulled back. If this was as far as he could go then so be it.
He began thrusting his tip into you, slowly building a rhythm that was comfortable, that he could use to thrust more and more into you each time. By the time the first gasp left your lips, his own crashed over them, stifling you. He shot you a look of warning and you nodded, submitting to his lips without question.
He thrust into you quick and raw, desperate for release, for this to be over, for you to be satiated and for him to be able to relax back into the flow of the day. His thumb pressed against your clit, rough movements as he circled it. He didn’t wait for you to think, to process, to feel the rush, he just made you cum.
And that you did. Biting down on your lip so hard you almost drew blood. He followed you soon after, head falling to the crook of your neck as he caught his breath, reveling in the waves of your aftershock, powerful and constant.
“This,” he pants. “Never here again. Am I clear?”
You nodded, the reality of what you had just done finally weighing heavy on your shoulders. “‘M sorry.”
He couldn't stay mad at you, at least not now. He simply nodded in acceptance and kissed you deeply, for once not caring if he had been gone too long. He pulled out, readjusted, asked you to dispose of the condom outside of the hospital cause evidence, and with one final kiss, he reminded you to be on your best behavior until that night. You’d be meeting at his place, he would send a car for you.
He left the bathroom first and you followed fifteen minutes later, easily sneaking off as if you’ve done this plenty of times before.
You were suspicious that they must’ve done this before. It was clear by how comfortable they were around each other. You had made it to Robby’s apartment a little after eight, hand feeling much better and grieving process already underway. You’d cried all day, taken a much needed nap and even texted Jack to apologize for going MIA. He confirmed your suspicion that they did indeed talk to each other about you and promised that you’d hash it all out later.
So why were you so damn nervous?
You stepped out of the car just as Jack pulled up. His gaze locked with your own and kept you frozen in place as he got out, paid the meter and stalked towards you.
“Hey kid.” As if nothing had happened. You visibly relaxed and he took it as invitation to wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you into him as his lips claimed yours, demanding and hungry. “You still taste like him.” Your entire body tensed and the asshole simply chuckled against your lips, possessively forcing you to walk with him into the building.
He didn’t try shit, only kept you close to him as the elevator took you up to Robby’s place. He didn’t even knock, instead he pulled out a key. Cocky motherfucker had a key. Of course. You scoffed, unbelievable, and he smirked in response, opening the door and ushering you inside.
Robby’s home was much like yours, homey and alive, full of reminders of the beautiful life he has lived. You found Robby in the kitchen, boldly entering his home as if you’d always lived there. He turned to look at you, clean clothes, causal yet put together, hair still slightly damp.
“Hi honey,” he stepped towards you, leaning down for you to do the obvious. You did, obviously, without even realizing that Jack was leaning against the door frame, eyes watching you like a hawk.
“Whatcha making?” You asked him, curious.
“Nothing for you to concern yourself with,” Jack scolded, his tone definitely not playful anymore.
You turned to him, fire in your eyes, and pouted. “Robby, Jack’s being mean.”
Oh this was the game you were going to play. Unfortunately for you, little did you know that Robby and Jack, well they had talked, and gotten on the same page about how the night was going to go.
“Don’t worry, honey,” Robby started. “He’s gonna get much meaner in a bit.”
You turned to him, aghast, metaphorical pearls clutched as Robby only smiled softly, like he hadn’t just betrayed you.
“We can do this one of two ways, kid,” Jack announced, stepping into the kitchen so you could not escape now. “We either eat now and talk later, or we deal with you first and eat after.”
“I’m not hungry yet,” you replied boldly. It was a lie, you were hungry, but the thrill of adrenaline that rushed through you at the prospect of being dealt with was so strong that you were now starving for something else entirely.
You found yourself on Robby’s couch, sprawled over Jack’s lap, ass in the air, arms restrained behind your back by one of his hands while the other lifted your dress over your ass, the same one Robby had fucked you in earlier.
“What do you think, Mikey? One for blowing me off yesterday, another for getting injured and not telling me about it, a third for only calling you over for help, a fourth one for cornering you at the ED so that you could fuck the thoughts out of her head—”
You whined at that, the guilt only rising as he listed off every one of your offenses.
“That’s at least three,” Robby replied, casually, as he continued setting the table in front of you.
“So what’s that? Six?”
“Sounds fair.”
You couldn’t help the annoyed groan that left you, bratty and antagonizing. If they wanted to play rough you would give them exactly what they craved. Jack quickly smacked your ass, sharp and firm.
“None of that attitude,” he hissed. “You made your bed, lie in it with your head held high and we may be lenient.”
You huffed, eyes searching Robby’s for help but if his previous action were any indication, you would not find any. Instead he set down the plate in his hand and made his way over to you, kneeling down so he was at your eye level, a much needed pause in the game you were playing.
“Stoplight us if it’s too much, alright, sweetheart?” He stated, calm and gentle, zero judgement, no repercussion. As if to emphasize, Jack’s hand rubbed your reddening ass reassuringly.
“Okay.” You murmured, grateful.
“Okay.” Robby mimicked, getting up and this time, instead of returning to his busywork, he sat down on the armchair in front of the couch, legs spread open, gaze darkening. You whined softly and he turned back to Jack, a simple nod to proceed.
“You’re gonna count them for us,” he explained, voice deep and with a new edge. You could feel his erection poking into your side and could visibly see Robby’s pants already straining. God, they were perfect. “And you’re going to thank us, both of us, for each one.”
“Yes, sir.”
A combination of jesusfuckingchrist and motherfuckinghell spilled out of their mouths and you giggled, causing Jack to land another smack in retaliation.
“Easy kid, don’t enjoy this too much,” Jack warned but you couldn’t stop smiling, gaze locked into Robby who looked like he was about to lose all composure and fight Jack for a chance of dismissing all this punishment in search of the satisfaction of being inside of you once more.
“We’ll circle back to that later,” he told Jack and the man under you smirked in response.
“Alright,” and with no more preamble, Jack lifted his hand and landed the first real slap against the plushness of your ass.
The sound reverberated across the apartment, music to both the men’s ears. It took you a second to process, to allow your body to feel the sting.
“One,” you offered through gritted teeth. “Thank you Robby,” you said sweetly. “Thank you Doctor Abbot.”
Robby couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him, quickly clearing his throat at what you assumed was Jack throwing him a death glare.
“Is that how you wanna play this, baby?” Jack rasped, hand kneading in emphasis.
“‘M not playing at anything,” you mocked.
That got a rise out of him as he landed two smacks back to back. Not holding himself back anymore. You moaned loudly, half in pain, half in pleasure.
“Two — three, fuck, Jack.”
“Much better,” he praised, as much as you would get out of him.
“Thank you,” you trembled.
“Halfway there, honey,” Robby’s voice was thick and heavy, you’d never heard it that deep before and it caused a rush of wetness to pool between your thighs. Jack chuckled then, turning you so your ass was facing Robby, so that he could see.
You tried to turn your head to see his reaction, but you simply couldn’t.
“I’m flattered, sweetheart,” Robby teased and you shivered.
“Alright, enough of that,” Jack sounded almost…jealous? He returned you to your previous position, hand hovering in anticipation.
You shuddered, body starting to strain, impatient. You squirmed, whined, arched your back. But nothing. For a second you panicked, had you done something wrong? But the second you began to second guess, Jack eased it all with a resounding smack.
You moaned a slurred thank you and he landed another in response. You could get used to this, to the comfort of structure and care.
“Four,” you swallowed. “Five. Thank you Jackie.”
“What, nothing for poor Robby?”
You huffed, turning your face back to look at the man before you. “Thank you, Robby.”
He shot to his feet at that and both you and Jack stared wide eyed as he made his way over and landed the final spank right over you soaked cunt. You wailed, pleasure oozing out of every single pore, body seizing with lust and need.
Tears fell down your cheeks, your chest heaved, your arms ached and your ass pounded in sweet, delicious pain.
Jack chuckled as he released your arms, shifting beneath you as he and Robby helped you get comfortable over his lap. You curled into him as Robby leaned over you, wiping the tear stains from your face and kissing away whatever hurt may have lingered. Jack held you close to his chest, lips practically attached to your temple as he kissed down the side of your face.
“You did so good for us honey,” Robby murmured against your lips and you returned a tired yet content smile in return. “I’m gonna check on dinner, I’ll be right back.”
You whined a little but didn’t complain. Instead, your fingers searched for Jack, soft touches over his jaw and lips begging him to lean down and kiss you. And he did, airy and gentle, with a softness you had not gotten from him yet.
You made out for a while, it was all you could do to keep yourself anchored to reality and yet it was not enough. At some point your eyes closed and you couldn’t open them back up.
You woke up a little later to the sound of warm laughter. You were still on the couch, Robby’s unbelievably large and comfortable couch, blanket wrapped around your frame. Jack was no longer there with you, instead, the two men sat at the dinner table, seemingly having just finished their meals.
You couldn’t help but watch them intently. They were so beautiful, especially like this. It was clear they knew each other very well and were comfortable with each other even after such an intimate encounter. It was easy for them to talk, to extend the bounds of their relationship to this, to you.
You started rubbing your thighs together unknowingly, the friction causing you fuss in search for more. But you had to be quiet, needed to if you were going to keep watching them. Your good hand snaked under your dress and panties, desperately in search of that warmth within you. As if almost on cue, the second that your fingertips grazed your clit, their conversation stilled and you didn’t even realize, too far gone from the simple pleasure of your tentative touch.
“Stop that right now, kid.” Jack’s voice boomed, effectively stilling your movements.
“We don’t wanna have to punish you again.” Robby finished.
“Yet.”
Gaze focused on them again, you stopped your movements, sitting yourself up on the couch. “Well if I can’t do anything about it then you do it.”
It was half a taunt, half an invitation, one that had both men shooting up to their feet instantly. You laughed at their eagerness and they graced you with shy smiles and blushed cheeks.
“You get her started while I put this away,” Jack offered, uncharacteristically composed and calm. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise which quickly turned to an almost inebriated happiness as Robby approached you.
“Hi sweetheart,” he greeted as he lowered himself to his knees in front of you.
“Hi,” you replied sweetly, your hands wrapping themselves around his neck without prompting.
“How’re you feeling?”
You sighed. “So horny”.
He laughed, full and warm, as his own hands trailed up your knees, your thighs and snaked under your dress. He pulled you towards him, bottom half hanging off the side of the couch. He distracted you with his movements, firm and just the right amount of pressure.
“I meant how’s your ass,” he hummed, hands trailing over it underneath your dress. You flinched slightly and he knew but still wanted you to tell him.
“Little sore.”
“Just a little?”
You nodded.
“Was that too rough?”
“No.”
“You sure?”
You nodded, enthusiastically.
“He could’ve hit me a little harder,” you whispered so only the two of you could hear and Robby smiled.
“Good to know.” He shifted. “And me?”
“You?”
He pinched your thigh, a silent watch it. “Yeah, me.”
You shivered at the action and the memory. “Very fucking sexy.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhmm.”
He rewarded you by hooking his fingers underneath your underwear and pulling it off your body. They were drier now but the smell of your arousal lingered on the cotton sinfully. He bunched them up and made the show of stuffing them in his pocket, causing you to roll your eyes.
“I’ll get you new ones.”
“You better.”
Wasting no more time as Jack’s antics in the kitchen became louder, more desperate, Robby bunched your dress around your waist and pried your legs apart, resting one over his shoulder while he bent the other at the knee. His lips were on you before you could even react, hot tongue licking desperately. You erupted in a fury of moans, fingers threading into his hair and pulling him further into you. His lips sucked your clit in retaliation, teeth grazing you bud and sending a thrill across your body.
“You were right!” He groaned loudly enough for Jack to hear. “She’s delicious.”
You rewarded his words with a gush of wetness that spilled out of you. He scooped it clean with his tongue, one long, arduous swipe from your entrance back up to your clit. He moaned against you, savoring it.
His fingers entered the mix quickly after, two, without warning, thrusted in and out of you to the hilt. You were a writhing mess beneath him and he was becoming addicted to every sound he managed to pull out of you.
“Gotta get you nice and wet, don’t I, honey?” He was trying to kill you. “Can’t have a repeat of this morning.”
You nodded dumbly. If you could not take Robby fully now you would probably die of frustration. So instead you focused on the consistency of that familiar high you were chasing. Relaxing into him, losing yourself to the feeling.
“That’s it, honey, just come around my fingers, show me you’re my perfect, good girl—”
He didn’t get to finish as you exploded, coil snapping, body shaking in pleasure as your orgasm took over. He continued his movements through it, slowly helping you through.
“Jesus fucking Christ that was hot,” you heard Jack comment somewhere in your vicinity but you simply could not be bothered to pay him any mind. Robby did, however, and shot him a smile.
It took you a second to come back to, but the second you did, Robby was pulling your dress over your head, chuckling darkly at your choice of, or rather lack there of, a bra. He pulled you up to your feet, eyes raking over every inch of exposed skin, turning you around to revel in all of it that he hadn’t been able to see before. You giggled at how his eyes darkened, practically salivating all over again.
You eagerly helped him take off his own clothes before he sat down on the couch, condom wrapper mysteriously appearing out of thin air as he wasted no time putting it over his ever impressive length. Jack came into the room then, a playful smack on your sore ass before he turned you around to face him, his lips meeting yours in an all consuming kiss.
He used it to distract you as he moved you backwards towards Robby’s open legs. Finally, when you were within his reach, Robby pulled you down onto his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance and sitting you on him. You moaned loudly, fuck he was still so big. You braced yourself on his knees as he let you slowly sink yourself onto him.
“Look at him,” Robby encouraged and your eyes shot open to put on a show for Jack who was now sitting on the coffee table in front of you. He began to take off his clothes, painfully slow, almost mimicking your movements, daring you to pick up the pace, to take his friend quicker and as a reward you’d get to see him naked faster.
You did, rolling your hips to gather more of your slick around Robby before you took him further down. You fucked yourself on his dick painfully slow, making sure to get yourself even wetter before you even attempted to bottom out.
Jack’s shoes were gone, along with his pants and his shirt, leaving him bare in only his boxers, the final piece. He teased, hand ghosting over his clothed cock.
“Please,” you begged him but he wouldn’t budge. So you turned to Robby, eyes filled with tears. “Please, Robby.”
“You sure, honey?”
You nodded, desperate. “I need it, I just—”
“I got you,” he kissed your temple before he pulled your arms against your back and pulled you to sit upright, the last inch of his dick finally burying itself deep inside of you. The sound that flew out of your lips was inhuman. You were so fucking full. Jack’s eyes sparkled something dangerous as he stepped forward, his hand grazing down your stomach making you shiver and Bobby throb. Fuck, you could feel it and by the look on Jack’s face, he could see it. Robby moaned behind you, obviously seeing the same thing you were, the expression of pure lust adorning the other man’s face.
After a second of shock the squirming began. It was painful now. Jack reacted before Robby, pulling you off him. The man beneath you moaned loudly, slick gushing out of you as he pulled out.
“C’mere baby,” Jack prompted, sitting down on the other side of the couch and pulling his boxers down to reward you. “On your back, head on my chest.”
You did as he told, spreading yourself open for Robby who had regained his mental faculties and was now kneeling on the couch. Your hand wrapped itself around Jack’s dick before he even commanded you to, eager lips taking his leaking head into your mouth and taking care of him dotingly as Robby entered you again, the new angle much more pleasurable.
“You’re too fucking big,” Jack scolded.
“I know—”
“Gotta be more careful.”
“I know—”
You clenched around him, forcing a moan from his chest as he thrust into you at a tamer pace.
“I don’t wanna hurt you honey,” thank God for Robby reading your mind.
You squeezed again and he relented, hips slamming into you without fear. Jack chuckled beneath you, causing your attention to move back to him. Your eyes darkened as you took more of him into your mouth, teeth subtly raking up his shaft, causing his hips to jerk and for you to gag around him.
“Oh that’s how it’s gonna be?” He asked playfully as he grabbed a hold of your head, hips shallowly thrusting into your mouth as you did your best to relax your throat to accommodate him.
Your eyes became glossy once more, expression euphoric and blissful. Robby leaned down, mouth latching itself onto your nipple and sucking. The pain mixed deliciously with the intense pleasure they were giving you and you only got wetter at the prospect of him leaving a mark.
Jack shifted his position, turning onto his side to face you and have better access to your throat. You took everything he gave you, eager and hungry. You knew Robby was close when he started to rub your clit, a silent yet clear indication that he wanted your attention on him now. You tapped Jack’s hand around your head twice and he gently pulled you off him with a satisfying, wet pop, both of you turning to the spectacle that was Robby.
Brow scrunched in pleasure, one hand digging into your hips, the other rubbing your clit desperately as his gaze remained locked on how his dick slid in and out of you so perfectly. He curved his hips upward, hitting that particularly delicious spot inside of you, causing you to slump over Jack’s abdomen.
“Yes, please, fuck, more, more, right there,” you egged him on and Jack snaked one of his hands to your clit, taking over for Robby so he could focus on pistoning into you. He did, without hesitation, thrusts becoming sharp and thorough. “Robby ‘m close please, oh my god, please may I cum, I need—”
“Yes, yes, cum sweetheart,” he groaned, burying himself as far as he could go and finally letting himself go. His body went still on top of you, his moans a beautiful symphony of relief and satisfaction. Your orgasm flooded all of your senses. It was sharp and a little painful, the overstimulation starting to kick in as Jack continued to rub your clit. Your hand wrapped itself over his, trying to stop him but he was having none of it, so all you could do was let him do whatever he wanted.
When Robby pulled out of you, you felt categorically empty. Wetness stained the couch but you simply could not care as he caught his breath, sweat causing his body to glisten deliciously. He stumbled towards the bathroom as Jack stayed with you, pulling you up back to him, chest against his own, both your legs on either side of his.
You hid in the crook of his neck, still shaking a little from that. He chuckled against your ear, kissing your temple delicately as he ran his hands up and down your back, soothing.
“You up for round three?” He asked you, not pushy, simply checking in.
You smiled against him, straightening so you were face to face, and nodded.
“It will never be enough, huh?” He asked against you lips.
You smiled, blissfully. “You’re more than plenty.”
“Good,” he kissed your jaw. “Cause we don’t like sharing.”
And just like that, Robby reappeared, a clean pair of sweats on and a silver wrapper in between his fingers for Jack to grab.
With protection taken care of, you wasted no time sinking down on Jack. This time, you weren’t rushing after anything. You knew Jack was, but you were thankful for the few minutes of respite he allowed, where you could take things at your own pace and put on a show for the two doctors.
Robby sat down beside Jack, enjoying how your tits bounded with each roll of your hips and how quiet his friend had gone, no demands, no commanding energy, just a sucker enchanted by your pussy.
When Jack started thrusting up to meet your movements, it was all over. His hands wrapped themselves around your ass, claiming and demanding, causing the pain from earlier to ignite sparks within you. You clenched around him, picking up the pace. Now you were playing with fire.
Robby chuckled darkly, hand reaching out to play with your nipples as he admired his handiwork from earlier already purpling over your flesh.
“Make him cum, honey,” Robby purred. “He had a long night, he deserves it.”
You nodded, squeezing tight as you continued your movements. Jack let out a wail, the obscene, wet slapping sounds filling the apartment in the most satisfying way possible.
“That’s messed up, baby,” Jack scolded, his lips latching onto your other nipple. He tugged, causing you to scream in return.
Robby simply sat back and enjoyed, his own arousal slowly creeping back up, surprising him. It had been a long time since he’d been this…eager? He wasn’t young anymore, by any means, and with time came complications. But watching you and Jack in that moment, he had never felt more alive.
“Just cum,” you mocked.
“You first,” Jack teased.
“I insist.” You whined.
“I won’t lose, baby.”
“Please,” you moaned into his ear. “Please daddy, just—”
That did him in.
His orgasm took him by surprise. Profanities slipping from his lips, grip on you bruising, his things quaking. You and Robby locked eyes then, a joyful, knowing look between you. It was unbelievably satisfying to do this to Jack and the thought alone, the high of this power you held over him, made you cum for the third time.
You let your body get consumed by pleasure, almost falling off Jack but Robby was here to catch you, a steadying hand at your back. You hummed, content in every single way imaginable, as you let the waves crash over you, over Jack, and the man emptied himself inside of you.
Jack’s head slumped forward against your chest as you both regained your breathing, slow and steady. He chuckled against your skin, kisses trailing from your breasts until his mouth met yours in a sloppy, wet kiss.
“You played dirty.” He reasoned.
“I played to win,” you kissed him again, biting his bottom lip in yours.
Robby helped you off Jack and into his master bath down the hall, bath all made up with bath salts, lavender scented soaps and candles, scalding hot like you liked it. He helped you in as Jack returned, boxers back over his body, a glass of ice cold water and a piece of Robby’s chocolate cake for you to share.
This truly was perfection.
Conversation flowed easily as they confirmed they had done this before, not to this degree, but certainly in this shape. They were young, in med school, cunning rivals who hated each other and it turns out that all they needed to do to resolve it was to have a threesome with some girl they met at a bar one night. But that never went anywhere and so they had accepted their fantasy as nothing more than just that, something to bond over, to masturbate to late at night.
And then you came along and something in them just clicked.
“So what happened this morning? Why were you at the hospital?” Robby asked, spoonful of cake hovering just out of reach of your lips.
“Oh I got fired.” You said it so nonchalantly that they didn’t have time to process as you took the spoon into your mouth, grabbing it from him and continuing to eat. Jack burst out laughing first, but Robby didn’t follow, only stared at you dumbfounded.
“What’re you gonna do?” He asked softly.
“I dunno,” you replied honestly. “Go to culinary school, get really into pilates, keep you both busy.”
That made him crack a smile. The men before you shared a glance and they knew it without having to voice it. You were theirs now, and they were more than happy to take care of you, because you took care of them too, in more ways than they could count.
“Oh kid, we’re definitely gonna keep you busy.”
“So busy.”
You smiled brightly. “Can’t wait.”
Next chapter
a/n: i have a few more bits and bobs thought out for them but please send me requests. i am foaming at the mouth
content. brett richards x reader. pørn w/o plot (once again lol). dry humping. unprotected. dumbification (if you squint). praise kink. fingers in mouthhhhh. yeah. 🫡
brett richards who comes over smelling like smoke and sweat from another shift of putting out a forest fire that could’ve gotten real bad.
you liked being able to loosen him up. let him fuck you dumb until he could relax.
he’s pulling off his boots and tugging off his shirt as he eyes you with hunger. you lay back on the bed just in your lace panties palming your boob as you watch him strip.
“keep your boxers on,” you tell him.
the corner of his lips tilt into a half smile as he chuckles under his breath. he unbuckles the belt and lets his pants fall, squinting up at you, “you givin me orders now?”
“perhaps,” you smile.
he grabs your ankle and drags you down to him in one pull. leans over you until his chest presses against yours, hard and warm, dusted with greying hair. his mouth finds yours and a hum bleeds out of him into your kiss. relief and hunger all at once. you smile against his lips, fingers lacing into his dark grey hair.
your mouth opens for him and he takes. teeth catching your lip, spit-slick and shameless, tongue and the wet drag of his mouth until you’re gripping his hair just to hold on.
he pulls your hand away from your boob and replaces it with his mouth.
he suckles your nipple until it peaks hard against his tongue, groaning low against your skin like the sound was pulled out of him.
he switches to the other, mouthing at it deep and greedy, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room, until it’s just as red and pulls off with a soft pop that makes your breath hitch.
your thighs start to closes and he smacks the inside of your thigh.
"keep them open."
you do.
he settles between them, grey boxers against your panties. he rolls his hips into yours. the cotton friction makes you gasp, feeling every ridge of him through the thin fabric. he does it again, watching your face.
“brett一”
the corner of his lips tilt up in satisfaction. he hums against your skin and mouths at your chest again like he's feasting. muffled groans bleeding into your skin, stubble dragging rough where his mouth is soft, hips keeping that same grinding rhythm.
you pull at his hair and a deep grunt spills out of him. he finally lifts his head, eyes gone almost all black, mouth wet. he looks at you like he’s deciding something.
“nine days,” you say. recounting the days it had been since your last escapade in your apartment.
“nine days,” he repeats, voice rough. his hips press into yours harder and you inhale sharp.
he pulls back just enough and you take the opportunity. hands planting on his chest, you push him down onto the bed and swing your leg over him.
you settle onto his lap and feel it immediately. the damp patch on the front of his boxers, dark grey fabric clinging where he’s been leaking for you. your hips sink down against it and a groan tears out of you before you can stop it.
brett’s jaw tightens. his hands find your hips.
“yeah,” he says quietly. the corners of his eyes crinkle, satisfaction written into every line of his face.
you roll your hips and feel the wet cotton drag against your panties, the outline of him thick and obvious beneath you. your head tips back.
“god,” you breathe.
his thumbs dig into the soft of your hips, watching you work yourself against him with that infuriating face of his. grey threading through his hair, lines carved deep around his mouth, and still he looks at you like you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever seen.
he flips you before you can catch your breath. back hitting the mattress, his weight settling over you. he pulls your panties down and off in one motion and tosses them in the background.
he settles between your thighs, and instead of pushing in he just pauses. looking at you spread open for him, wet and wanting.
his thumb finds your clit.
“oh–“ the sound jumps out of you.
he rubs slow, easy circles, watching your face with that same dark patience. "need t'get you ready to take me, baby." his voice is low, a little rough around the edges.
"been a while."
"i can take it," you breathe.
"mm." unconvinced. his thumb keeps moving, and he dips two fingers in without warning, feeling how you clench around them. he groans quietly at that. "yeah? feel how tight you are?"
your hips roll up into his hand. he lets you.
"there she goes," he murmurs. "good girl. jus' like that."
he works you open slow, fingers curling, thumb never stopping, until you're slipping wet around him and whining with it. until you're so soft and swollen and desperate that when he finally lines himself up and pushes in, thick and veined and achingly warm, it makes your breath leave your body all at once.
he stills. jaw tight, chest heaving.
“fuck,” he exhales. “so warm. so fuckin’ perfect.”
he starts to move. slow, deep strokes that have you feeling every ridge of him, the thick drag along your walls, your body gripping him like it’s trying to pull him back every time he pulls out.
“brett—“
“i got you,” he murmurs. “i got you.”
he grips your jaw and tips your head back, kissing you messy and unhurried. all tongue and heat, spit slick at the corner of your mouth. you groan into it and he swallows the sound greedily.
his thumb finds your clit again, rubbing lazy circles while he moves, and the combination makes your vision blur. you grab at his forearm, his shoulder, anything to hold on to.
he pulls back from the kiss just enough to look at you. lips glistening, pupils blown. “mhmm,” he hums. “you like that?”
“yes—yes—“
“good.” his pace stays frustratingly measured. his hand slides up to grip your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks, holding you still. and then he licks into your mouth. slow and filthy, tongue dragging against your teeth, taking his sweet time. you try to kiss back but he doesn’t let you. just holds you there and takes.
he pulls back with a wet sound and pushes his thumb past your lips.
you close around it without thinking. sucking obediently, tongue pressing up against the pad of it, and the sound he makes low in his throat tells you exactly what that does to him.
“good fuckin girl,” he murmurs.
he leaves his thumb there and drops his mouth to your cheek. your jaw. the soft skin beneath your ear. trails down your throat, sucking a bruise into the pulse point without apology. lower, mouthing at your collarbone, your chest, until he’s got your nipple between his teeth again and you’re moaning around his thumb like you’ve lost your mind.
his hips keep that same devastating pace the whole time. never speeding up. just deep and measured and relentless, feeling you get slicker and softer around him with every stroke.
“brett,” you whine. “please.”
he looks up at you from your chest. the lines of his face cast in shadow, grey hair mussed, mouth swollen. he looks absolutely ruinous.
"there it is," he says quietly.
and then he gives it to you.
his hips snap forward and you gasp, hands flying to grip the sheets. he sets a pace that's immediately relentless, deep and punishing, the wet sounds filling the room obscenely. your thighs are trembling. your eyes are burning.
"oh. oh fuck—"
"yeah," he grunts out, eyes locked on your face.
"there you go."
his thumb presses down harder on your clit and whatever sentence you were forming dissolves completely. just a broken sound spilling out of you instead.
“brett i—i–“ you lose your train of thought halfway through. you try again. “please, ’m—”
“you’re what.” he asks low and amused.
you have no idea. you genuinely cannot remember.
his thumb’s relentless on you. “don’t need you thinkin’ right now anyway.”
“f—fuck, brett—” your hips jerk up uselessly. “‘s too—i can’t—i don’t—”
“i know.” he coos. “i know, baby.” he doesn’t stop.
your eyes roll back. mouth slack, sounds coming out of you that you’d be embarrassed about if you could think straight. but you can’t. there’s nothing left up there. just him and the drag of him and the filthy wet heat of it all.
“jus’ take it,” he murmurs. “there’s my girl.”
it hits you like a wave you didn’t see coming.
your whole body locks up, thighs clamping around him, a broken sound tearing out of your throat as you clench around him and fall apart. vision whiting out at the edges, toes curling, fingers twisting helplessly in the sheets.
he works you through it. slowing down.
“brett—” your voice comes out sweet and wrecked. you’re oversensitive and shaking. “i just—”
“i know.” he tuts, unbothered. “not done with you.”
“i can’t—”
“you can.”
he reaches over without a word and grabs the pillow, sliding it under your hips. the angle shifts and you immediately feel the difference, hips tilted up, legs spreading open just a little more.
he drives into it. again and again, deep and focused, hitting that soft mushy place inside you that makes your whole body seize up and your thoughts go completely white. the sounds coming out of you are barely coherent. you’re saying his name like a prayer.
you think you might be seeing stars. the edges of the room going soft and swimmy.
and then you feel his lips press to your forehead. grounding you.
“stay with me,” he mumbles. you exhale shakily. he keeps moving, chasing that high, his breathing gone ragged against your skin, hips driving deeper, harder against that soft spot.
“come with me,” he grits out.
and your body listens.
you cum with a full body shudder, thighs jerking, a broken sound tearing out of you as you clench around him and your vision goes completely white. your hands fly to his back, nails dragging down and leaving red marks in their wake, something between a sob and a moan spilling out of you.
he follows seconds later with a low curse, pulling out and fisting himself, spilling hot and white across your stomach aband your thighs. his whole body shudders through it, head dropping to your chest, a long ragged groan punched out of his chest.
the room is quiet except for the sounds of you both trying to catch your breath.
he lifts his head and takes you in. your hair splayed out and tangled against the pillow, chest heaving, lips swollen and parted. eyes glassy and far away.
he cups your cheek in his palm. thumb stroking slow beneath your eye.
“hey,” he says quietly. the lines around his mouth softening.
you blink up at him. barely there.
he leans down and kisses you. soft this time, nothing like before. just his mouth, pressing once, twice, against your lips gently.
“you did so good for me,” he murmurs against your mouth. another kiss to the corner of your lips. your cheek. “so good.” his thumb keeps caressing your cheek until a tear slips from the corner of your eye.
“too much for you, wasn’t it.” his voice is low and rough at the edges, a little undone himself. his thumb sweeps the wet from your cheek.
you nod slowly.
he makes a quiet sound. almost a laugh under his breath.
“made me so proud, baby.” he presses his lips to where the tear was. then your cheekbone. your temple. working across your face. “so fucking proud.”
another tear slips and he catches that one too.
his forehead drops to yours. eyes closed, chest still heaving faintly, sweat cooling on his skin. the grey at his temples damp. “you’re alright,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”
Dr. Jack Abbot x (female) reader | Dr. Jack Abbot x you
Summary: Jack forgets his shift dinner, you bring it to the ED - and suddenly you and your ring become the department's favorite piece of gossip.
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The apartment has gone quiet again after Jack left for night shift.
The remnants of the evening still lingered around the apartment in soft little traces of domestic chaos - one of Lizzie’s socks abandoned near the couch, a basket full of laundry you hadn’t touched yet, a coffee mug still sitting in the sink because somehow Jack had once again forgotten that dishes did not magically wash themselves.
You sat Lizzie in her highchair and started cleaning up. She very much refused the concept of bedtime yet, happily smacking one hand against the tray while babbling to herself.
You rubbed absently at the side of your neck while stacking dishes in the dishwasher, trying to work out the dull tightness somewhere between your shoulder and jaw.
Then your attention landed on the food container still sitting on the kitchen counter. The one you had packed earlier for Jack’s shift.
You stopped and stared. “Unbelievable.”
Lizzie looked over. “Dada!”
“Yeah, exactly” you muttered, grabbing the container. “Your dad would forget his own head if it wasn’t attached, huh?”
Lizzie smacked both hands against the tray enthusiastically. “DADA!”
“Yeah, Bean.”
You checked the clock. Jack probably hadn’t even finished shift change yet, so… not too late.
Sighing softly you grabbed a bag and started moving automatically.
Five minutes later Lizzie was bundled into her stroller, diaper bag packed, food container secured and you were heading toward the elevator before you could rethink the decision.
Nearby the ambulance bay entrance you spotted Ahmad finishing a conversation with EMS. “Hey!”
“Hey!” He gave Lizzie a little wave. “You looking for Jack?”
“Yeah, he forgot his food. Don’t want him to starve” you replied, holding up the bag.
He laughed. “You’re far too good for him.”
You shrugged. “I keep telling him that, but…” you said in a mock-serious voice, smiling.
He laughed and winked at you. Then you went inside.
The emergency department at shift change somehow always felt like stepping in the middle of organized chaos. Voices overlapping from every direction. Phones ringing. Monitors beeping somewhere farther down the hallway. A lot of people moving.
Lizzie meanwhile looked like she had just arrived at Disneyland. Her little head turned wildly from side to side, eyes huge.
“DADA!” she announced loudly to nobody in particular. “DADA!”
You sighed. “Please, don’t yell that at every man you see.”
She didn’t really pay attention. “DADA!”
A passing nurse laughed. One of the doctors looked over, briefly terrified.
“None of those are your father, Lizzie.”
Lizzie seemed to disagree. “Dada.”
Before you could decide where exactly to find Jack, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Sweetheart. What are you doing here?”
You turned and saw Dana, looking at you.
She smiled.
Her eyes dropped down to Lizzie and then straight to the ring on your hand.
She froze. “Oh Jesus Christ Almighty.”
You blinked. “Um?”
Her eyes widened. “He asked you?!”
Several heads turned immediately.
You started to blush by the sudden attention. “Dana-”
“Oh my god” she cut in. “Your face says it all. He did ask you!”
Before you could stop her she rushed over grabbing your hand and lifted it. “Look at that ring!”
And just like that you became everyone’s business. People started drifting over - enough that suddenly you were standing in the middle of a semi-circle of curious emergency department staff while Dana inspected your ring closely.
“What?”
“Wait - Jack proposed?”
“No way.”
“Are you serious?”
“When?”
Lizzie was looking up at Dennis, who ended up next to her stroller. Her hand grabbed his scrubs. “Dada!”
For a moment he looked amused.
Then Lizzie doubled down. “DADA!”
“Oh god” Dennis added immediately. “I’m absolutely not your father.”
Princess grinned. “I love her so much. The perfect little rumour machine.”
Dana turned your hand under the fluorescent light. “He went all in.”
Parker leaned closer. “Holy shit. That ring probably costs more than my car.”
“Oh my god” you tried weakly, somewhere between laughing and dying of embarrassment. “He didn’t tell you guys?”
Dana shook her head “Nothing. He walked in, grumpy as always, just commenting on the lack of coffee in the staff room.”
You laughed. “Sounds like him.”
“Did he actually do it properly?” Perlah asked. “Like romantic-romantic?”
Princess perked up. “Yeah, spill girl, we need details.”
You opened your mouth, then closed it again.
Because honestly - where to begin?
And then Lizzie helped you, because suddenly her face lit up and she started clapping. “DADA!”
Jack stepped out of a room, dressed in scrubs, mid-conversation with someone, tablet tucked under one arm, completely into work mode.
He turned toward the next room, then - his eyes landed on you. Then the stroller. Then the people gathered around you. His expression changed immediately. First concern, then suspicion.
He walked over. “What’s going on here?”
“DADA!” Lizzie practically vibrated in excitement.
“There he is” Dana said with a dangerous smile.
Jack stopped mid-movement. “No.”
“Don’t no me, Abbot” Dana shot back. “You proposed to that gorgeous woman and didn’t say a word?”
You pressed your lips together trying not to smile.
Jack exhaled hard, dragging a hand over his face. “I was going to.”
“Sure you were” Parker replied dryly. “That’s how we know you. Announcing all your personal news to us.”
“Yeah, if you don’t want people to find out, maybe buy her a smaller ring, hm?” Dana said with a grin.
Jack blinked. He looked like he regretted every single decision that had brought him here.
“The ring is exactly right” he muttered, before clearing his throat and turning to you. “But why are you here, sweetheart? Everything’s fine?”
You lifted the bag with his food. “You forgot your dinner.”
His face immediately softened. “Oh honey.”
Princess grinned and elbowed Perlah slightly. “Sweetheart? Honey? Jack is completely gone for her” she whispered in Tagalog.
Perlah grinned, chuckling.
“Dada!” Lizzie stretched both arms toward him, lip dangerously wobbling.
“Yeah okay” he huffed quietly. “Hey Bean.”
He lifted her out of the stroller with ease, settling her against his hip. She immediately grabbed his face with both hands, smacking against his cheeks, laughing.
“So you came all the way here for this?” he asked you quietly.
“Yeah sure” you replied. “You absolutely would forget your own organs if they weren’t attached.”
“Yeah” he exhaled, while Lizzie patted his cheeks. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
Dana crossed her arms. “Don’t try to distract us with you being cute. We’re not done here.”
Jack sighed. “We are.”
“No, we’re not. We want details.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Oh, absolutely yes.”
Suddenly another voice cut smoothly through the small crowd. “What’s happening here?”
Trinity stepped in next to Dennis, scanning the situation like she assessed a patient.
“Dr. Abbot got engaged” he whispered.
Her eyebrow lifted slightly. “Well, I’ll call that news.” She studied the ring on your hand for half a second. “Very nice. He went all in, huh?”
“That’s what I said” Princess replied with a grin.
“When? Where? Did he kneel?” Trinity asked, looking at you.
“Um.” You blushed again, glancing over to Jack who closed his eyes briefly. “Um, you know-”
“Okay, I get it. You don’t want to talk in front of him.” Trinity nodded slowly. “Got it. So you’re coming to girls night tomorrow.”
Now it was your turn to be confused. “Um, what?”
Dana smiled delighted. “Great idea!”
“Monthly Pitt’s girls’ night” Princess said with a nonchalant shrug. “And now that you’re engaged to one of our attendings… you’re practically one of us.”
“You guys know I can still hear you, right?” Jack mumbled under his breath but nobody really paid attention.
You laughed weakly. “Um, I don’t know - there’s still Lizzie and-”
“Jack can parent” Parker said with a shrug. “He’s not on tomorrow night.”
Jack opened his mouth, paused - and closed it again, sighing. “Yeah, sure.”
“Good, then it’s settled.” Trinity nodded. “I’ll text you the details. And that’s for me, I need to go back to the most thrilling thing in medicine - charting.”
You laughed.
Trinity turned to walk away again, then stopped when she saw Lizzie in Jack’s arms. She offered her a finger. “Nice to see you, Elizabeth” she said in a serious voice.
Lizzie grabbed her finger triumphantly. “DADA!”
Trinity looked at Jack. “That’s actually a huge compliment for you.” She paused. “And kind of an insult to me.”
Jack laughed despite himself. “Go charting.” Then he looked around. “And all of you - don’t you have patients to tend to?”
People started to murmur and started to leave, saying goodbye to you and Lizzie, who were waving like she was the Queen of the emergency department.
Dana rolled her eyes then pulled you into a quick hug.
“Congratulations” she whispered. “He’s got a good one with you.”
You smiled. “Thanks Dana.”
“See you tomorrow! And bye, baby girl. Be nice to mommy, hm?” Dana stroked Lizzie's cheek, then walked away.
After a moment you were alone with Jack - and Lizzie, of course. His hand found yours for a second, his thumb brushing briefly over your knuckles. “Thank you for bringing my food.”
You shrugged smiling. “Sure. Someone has to make sure you survive your shift.”
“Sweetheart…” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly. “Thanks for taking care of me.”
“Dr. Abbot?” A young resident peeked her head out of a room. “We need you in here.”
Jack looked up, expression immediately getting serious, nodding. “I’ll be there in a sec.” He turned back to you. “Sorry.”
You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry. That’s your job. I’m the intruder here. I’ll put your food in the fridge in the staff room, okay?”
He gave you another quick kiss, then handed you Lizzie. “Thanks. Take care, okay? Text me when you’re back home.”
“Yeah sure.”
Lizzie snuggled up against your shoulder. “Rara” she murmured, suddenly exhausted.
You chuckled. Jack pressed another kiss onto Lizzie's forehead, then hesitated for a moment, kissing you quickly again.
“Jack!” Parker appeared in the doorway, rolling her eyes.
Jack grimaced. “On my way” he shouted back, then back to you. “Really need to go. See you tomorrow.”
You blew him a kiss while he walked away.
You stood there for another minute, Lizzie heavy on your arm, watching him disappear in the chaos he obviously loved so much. A dull tightness near your temple crept back in again - annoying, but easy to ignore. You put Lizzie back into her stroller, then rubbed briefly at the side of your neck.
“Okay” you murmured softly. “Lets put that away and then get you into bed, hm, little gremlin?”
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You wanna keep reading? - Next part is coming soon, I promise :)
summary: jack comes home to see you wrapped up in his wardrobe
content: literally just fluff, domestic jack, clingy jack if u squint, established relationship, jack loving reader so so much
authors note: super short but i cannot stop thinking abt jack being soft and sweet with you like he’s such a big sweetheart
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Jack knew you had fallen asleep as soon as you took more than five minutes to respond to his last text that coincidentally was him telling you that you should head to sleep soon. He had gone in early for his shift today, Robby said something about needing extra hands and what was Jack if not eager to help? After what seemed like a lifetime of running around, an overload of patients, and chairs overflowing with patients, the shift had finally gotten to the calmer part of the night.
It was a little past midnight when Jack noticed the message for you saying that you missed him. He couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth curling up, smiling like some lovesick teen. He texted back and asked what you were still doing awake.
‘wanted to talk to you :(‘
You and Jack messaged back and forth for maybe an hour before your messages eventually stopped, signaling to Jack that you had stopped fighting of sleep. The rest of Jacks shift went by painfully slow and exhaustion was starting to settle in his bones when he saw day shift finally walk through the doors of the Pitt. Jack briefed those clocking in and handed his patients off to them before grabbing his bag, dodging his way through the waiting area, and heading to his truck. The drive back to your shared home always felt like an eternity when he knew you were waiting there for him. He always loved coming home and seeing u splayed across the king sized bed you shared together, usually wearing an old shirt or hoodie of his. And this morning was no different.
Jacks heart swelled once he finally made it home, quietly padded to the bedroom, and saw you in bed. You were asleep on his side of the bed, wearing one of his old flannels and a band shirt that was so faded you could barely tell what the band even was. Your arms were wrapped around one of his pillows as your chest steadily rose and fell. Jack crept towards the bathroom and showered before quietly changing and making his way to you. He sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a groan of relief as he removed his prosthetic and sat it close by in its usual spot. He turned and lowered himself to lay behind you as you continued to cradle his pillow in your arms. Jack reached over, getting one hand on the pillow and trying to lightly tug it out of your grasp. Still sleeping, you tighten your grip and groan as you bury your face into the pillow. He lowered his face to yours and pressed a kiss to your temple and then to your cheek, stirring you awake in the process.
Your eyes flutter to just barely open before turning your head to see the sunlight from the window pouring in to cover Jacks face and catch in his salt and pepper curls. You whisper a tired ‘Jack’ before discarding the pillow, turning around, and practically molding yourself to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as your leg draped across his hip. As you wrapped yourself around the man his arms moved to pull you as close as possible against him. Jack planted small pecks to your face before finally planting a longer, deeper kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss and pouted when you felt him pull back, your face leaning forward as if trying to catch his lips again.
“Have you been home long?” you sleepily ask.
Jacks chin rested on top of your head as you nuzzled your face into his neck, your steady breaths slightly tickling the sensitive skin.
“No, only been here a few minutes.”
You him in response, already feeling like you’re about to drift to sleep again.
Jack was about to ask how your night was while he was working but your soft snores cut him off before he got a word out. Jack placed another kiss to the top of your head before relaxing his body into your hold and letting his eyes close. And, as he slowly fell asleep with your body against his, he couldn’t be happier to replace his pillow with the real thing.
jack abbot doing that thing where he’s shushing you even he’s the reason you’re making all that noise. like he’s got you pinned to the bed on your side, curling his body over you to keep reaching that spot. asking “what’s all the fuss about, hm?” and holding your face with fake concern while railing you to literal pleased tears.
you’re grabbing onto whatever part of him you can, tugging the freckled skin as the thick of him splits you open with rough strokes. unraveling you thrust by thrust.
“j…jack,” is all your voice can bunch out of your damp-with-sweat, bouncing figure. the rest of what you say just spills into loud, melty, fucked-out noises.
“that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he mumbles, lips against your ear. they peck a quick kiss along the shell before he grins at your loud pants—which is exactly how he wants them… wants you. loud and crying (good tears, of course) and stuffed full of him. you cry out his name again, and he just bucks into you harder. feeling a little light headed himself. “shh, baby, i know. we’ll getcha there.”
cannot stop thinking about pope cody with his three teenage boys (who, yes, are just a variation of andrew, craig & deran) who back talk their mom (you) one time and if goes a little something like this:
"jesus fucking christ, the laundry isn't going to explode if i don't do it right now, god damn, mom." your middle chirps.
"she's on one, today." your oldest shakes his head.
"did that shit last week anyways, it's fine." your youngest flops on the couch and grabs the controller from his brother, before they start arguing amongst themselves.
you can barely blink before pope is storming in the house and upstairs to their rooms (yes those are bedrooms that pope, craig & deran used to sleep in when they lived with smurf), ripping every electronic device out of the wall, tossing them down the stairs.
stomping back down the stairs he stops in the living room and yanks that console from below the tv.
"let's get something crystal fuckin' clear, you three will not disrespect your mom—my wife—in my house. do you understand me? get your school shit and go to your rooms, now." pope is raising his voice as the boys stare at him stupidly.
those gaming consoles are being tossed in the pool and/or being smashed w his fucking sledge hammer btw, and pope is about to spend the rest of the evening catering to you as an apology because he cannot believe his boys believed for one second they could speak to their mom that way.
John was eager to have you on the team because he saw something the other officers didn't see.
Potential and masculinity. He was going to mold you, train you, into a good man. A proper soldier like you were always meant to be if someone had stepped in sooner.
Once he had you transferred, he started you on testosterone immediately, despite your pushback. "Sir, I can hold my own just fine. I don't need a hormone boost." You insisted, shaking just slightly when the cold alcohol pad cleans your thigh.
"I am your captain, and I'm doing what is best for you, understand?" He holds your eyes as he gives you your shot, thumb roughly pressing the injection site when it's all over. "You should get rid of the panties." You flush at his words, avoiding eye contact as he pulls your pants back up and buttons them.
"Gonna make you a real man, Y/N. Understand?" He murmurs as he runs his hands through your hair. "You'll be good for me, won't you?" You shudder at his words, staring at his chest until he lifts your chin with your finger. "Answer me."
"Yes, sir. I'll be good." He smiles warmly at you, pressing a bushy kiss to your forehead. You didn't know how he knew; how he pieced together something you buried about yourself years ago. That's how he must've worked his way up to captain. Noticing the little things that everyone would let fly under the radar.
He sent you out of the office with a pat to the ass, your body buzzing when you see Simon watching you as you leave. He didn't like sharing his Dad.
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